My father’s hands and my mother’s eyes,
Always with me, forever wise
My brother’s artistry, my sister’s beauty
Things I hold dear, qualities of duty
My Lord’s forgiveness, Our God’s glory
Purpose and vision, the remains of the story
The love of a beauty, respect from a mate
A story written in which I participate
Things remembered, times forgotten
A plot so twisted, that there’s no stoppin’
All that was corrupted, has been redeemed
A future made perfect, beautifully extreme
From ever after to everlasting
Wisdom and power, begets prayer and fasting
My oldest visions, and my latest dreams
Come together in my story as truth it seems
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| February 20, 2022 | frankie | August 13, 2014 |
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Anthoni
This is AWESOME!!!